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"Broken chair? Wait?" I raise a hand, though non threateningly."I admit to trespassing and stealing but only because you were not here to ask, to which I have apologized for. I am here by accident and know nothing of your treaties and laws. I even washed the dish I used but the chair? I broke no chair _but_ I can fix the chair?" I offer in what is in hopes a gesture of good faith.

* Diplomacy again *

If I still remain ignored I sit back down on the bed and start putting my boots back on.

The fox snorts in disbelief. "I don't think that is such a good idea," he snaps.

The big bear waves him back, "No, no, let the human try. It's trying to make up for what it's done."

The middle bear chimes in, "Yes, we are civilized folks, and after all, where there is no smell, there is no proof."

The fox chokes, "No proof?! I beg to differ...."

The big bear glares at him. "If you please."

The fox backs down, "But... of course,"

The bears all head downstairs leaving you to trail behind. The fox gives you a dire look when the bears are not looking.

Once everyone is gathered into the downstairs room, the big bear waves to the broken chair. "Well, here you go." The chair has the look of having been leaned on really hard. One back leg is splintered in such a way that it looks as if someone too heavy sat in it, and leaned back, only to have the back leg give way.

You kneel on the floor and gather up the pieces and inspect them carefully, building a picture in your head, planning how to get them all back together again. As you inspect, you notice something odd. The chair leg is partially hollow. A narrow tube has been bored into it somehow. You reflect that this hidden weakness is probably what made the chair leg easy to break. As you continue your inspection, you realize that something is just a bit further up inside the part of the chair leg still attached to the chair.

"The old deadfall pile, the one over between Reahard's den and the Badger's burrow," he waves in the general direction.

The fox looks surprised, "Really? One wonders how it got there... exactly."

The mother looks down at you, "You've done well... and look how well you are fixing that. What a good job!"

"I'll... volunteer to take it... ah, to the Council, myself!" the fox sounds hopeful.

The father thinks about it for a while. He seems about to hand it over, when he says, "Thank you Reahard, but no. It was found in my chair, I'd best be the one to take it."

"Well, if you really think so," Reahard trails off weakly. When the bear shows no sign of changing his mind, Reahard says, "In that case, I should let the Council know the good news about one of the missing Rotundums being found." He looks down at you and says, "Well done... indeed." But his look is anything but praising. A chill goes down your spine as he sweeps out quickly.

The bears look after the fox for a few moments. Then the mother breaks the silence. "We really need to eat." She looks down at you. "Thank you. Dear," looking at her husband, "Come see what a good job this human has done on the chair."

The big bear picks up the chair and inspects it closely. "Why, it is good work!" He looks at you. "Ah, *ahem* well done."

The mother says, "If you could help me make some more food, and then change out the bedding of little Timothie's bed, I think that would be just fine, don't you dear?"

"Er, umm, yes, of course," the father bear mumbles. He is still inspecting the chair.

She has you scrub your hands several times, including under the nails, inspecting critically each time until she is satisfied, and your hands are starting to turn red. After you help make a varity of foods, leaving you smelling of various herbs, she insists on feeding you, claiming that you are much too thin.

Afterwards she has you stand near the corner and she concentrates for a few moments, then makes some gestures and growls something you can't understand. There is a ripple in the air which envelopes you, there is brief complex medoly of herbal scents, and suddenly the familiar oders of your clothes and self disappear. She says, "You humans have such a strong scent to us, this will help you out in that regard." Then she leads you upstairs to change the bedding.

Upon finishing and returning downstairs, you find the father pacing back and forth. "I've been talking with the birds, you know how they gossip," he begins. "No one knew of the missing Rotundum. Not a single being. I think we need to take it ourselves... now."

Mother thinks for a bit. "Very well, dear. Just let me gather a few things, and we'll be right off. Come, little human, you can help me."

Back in the kitchen, she directs you to gathering various things, while she hurridly gathers some other things. Once all is done, she presses a simple bag with a shoulder strap that shows some sign of patching. "Little Timothee's old satchel. He doesn't use it anymore, and you'll find some useful things in here." She shows you some wrapped leaves. "These contain a special salve that will remove your scent. You don't need it now, the charm I placed on you will hold all day, but I hope you'll find it useful in the days ahead."

She looks into your eyes. Hers are the color of butter-amber. "Will you come with us?" she asks suddenly. "Please, I have a feeling that your destiny has become entertwined with this thing."